Me You And Her
Every man’s dream a lover and wife
Me You And Her
Two queens at war
war over me
and I, the ground
where battles bloom
without a sound
yet not so silently.
She brings the calm,
you bring the flame.
I wear your want
like crowns of blame
Your fingers pull,
her silence bites
I rule the dark
but lose the nights
Not weak just torn,
not blind just cursed
to sip from both
and die of thirst.
You beg me choose,
but why obey?
A king is still a king
I like this way.
I the husband you obey
she the mistress
you the wife.
To be the King
of two women’s life.
About the Creator
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